THE KURAL
1236. I chide my arms for growing lean and allowing the bracelets to fall off, as people now reproach him with cruelty.
1237. Wouldst thou obtain glory, O my Heart ? Then run to the cruel one and tell him of the bruit that hath arisen here from the wasting away of my arm.
HE
1238. As we were embracing each other one day, I but relaxed my arms a little, and the forehead of that artless one grew pale at once !
1239. But a single breath of wind cut its way between us during our embrace, and the blood fled at once from her large eyes that are full even as the rain-cloud.
1240. Did the eyes grow pale only ? They wept also at seeing the pallor of the fair forehead above.
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